The upbeat tune backs a million journies
It comes from a battered piano and
The fingers of an old eccentric man
Who's smile lights the biggest room
Passersby share this magic with him
Their business paused for just a moment
They let the rhythm dance inside of them
Lit up from the happy notes
Tonight they will share folk tales
Of the smiling silver wonder
Tommorow he will return
To again colour the keys of the piano
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC
The upbeat tune backs a million journies
It comes from a battered piano and
The fingers of an old eccentric man
Who's smile lights the biggest room
Passersby share this magic with him
Their business paused for just a moment
They let the rhythm dance inside of them
Lit up from the happy notes
Tonight they will share folk tales
Of the smiling silver wonder
Tommorow he will return
To again colour the keys of the piano
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